On my way out of Raven Used Books today, there was an old man with a dirty white beard on the stoop above. He had headphones on and held a CD player in his hands, along with six or seven stuffed plastic bags. He looked on with a sinister grin as I struggled to fit my purchase into my purse. And then he started to cackle.
"You have no idea what I'm listening to!" he wailed at me.
He continued to laugh as I left, smiling to myself and wondering what he was listening to.
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